Shade: Centuries that I don't present a fic of this Fandom or this pairing, (More than three years have happened, right? I'm feeling old! TwT) but it doesn't want to say that I've forgotten my first love...
I must say that "My Wish", separating the guilty pleasure that was to read it XD, it gave me rather of inspiration for this, together with the classic music of Mozart and Dvořák
Sess: As in "My Wish", this going to be a BJ/Pinoko… But much more twisted, I'll dare to say. In fact, this is going to be a Lolicon, I warn you from NOW. A lolicon inspired by the Deep Web's creepypasta… Soon you'll see about which we speak.
Warnings: +18 – MA. Sly Lolicon. Violence and strong language. Graphical mentions of corporal modification, torture and children trafficking.
Whispers in the Room
Created by Shade Shaw Reilly and SessKagome4Ever
We fell in love with each other simultaneously, in a frenzied manner, dying…
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.
Prologue:
Uncertainty
He didn't know in which moment it began everything, and why.
Simply it happened.
It was a moment where one part from his life (and an important part, to make the thing worse) had twisted of this normal curse, in an abrupt, almost frightening way. And this part goes away in the opposite direction to that should be, to another side; a side that, not at least in his more twisted or dark dreams, he never thought to be one day.
And the worst part? That this tragedy already had been announced … Not, not announced: Shouted. And he always reduced importance to it: He had taken it as a joke, as a simple game, as a children's game, inoffensive and innocent…
And now the whole inoffensive and innocent game had left of control, transforming in a perverse and painful game. A game that was hurting her so much.
"Chenchei… I Love you so much. Chenchei loves Pinoko to?"
"…I do".
Shit.
Being someone who in the thorny area of the love he was extremely inexpert (without saying unfortunately), this had taken him as a surprise; it was made him disarmed, made him vulnerable, literally
His eyes get up heavily, being half-closed in front of the dense darkness. He was feeling the muscles squeezed tight under the comforter, the exhausted mind and for adding something more, a headache of anthology. Only there were two things that were listened in this moment: His breathing and a soft, almost imperceptible breathing, from the little bundle that was strongly surrounded by his arms, as if at any time they were coming and tried to take her from him of the hands…
He heard a slight groan from his chest. He saw her trembling against him. Another nightmare.
—Chenchei…—she cried.
He slid a hand on her silky and reddish hair, tangling a lock between his fingers, hearing her escaping a soft groan and coming closer more to him, almost feeling his cheeks and where she was putting her small arms in his neck to burn, until finally she stopped to trembling in his arms.
And in spite of the fact that she had returned to sleep deeply, he continued twisting his finger against this lock of hair. He pressed her with more force in his arms, inhaling deeply her hair. She smelled to strawberries… And curry. Especially curry.
Shit. Shit. Thousands of times shit.
He closed the eyes, centering in her smell, in her slow breathing, in the heat that she was giving him... Feeling hate.
He hated it. Really, he HATED it.
And he hated to himself because of it.
Isn't it supposed that she was all for him? The only family that he had? (His father wasn't counting) his most prized possession, as did this old violinist say? (1) Isn't she his protected, his… his daughter, for God's sake?!
It was supposed that he always was finding the answers to everything, to anything or problem that they had… Such it seems that Black Jack wouldn't do such a thing this night.
